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“On your back,” I ordered gutturally. “Legs open, m’eudail.”

He obeyed, and within seconds, I was covering him again. We were aligned from head to toe, my forearms on either side of his head, holding my weight.

My cock slid deliciously against his and we both groaned. “Aye, that’s better.”

Chester bucked his hips up to meet mine. “So good. Kiss me. Please.”

My lips met his and I started to really move. I fucked against him, the feel of his cock against mine taking me closer to the edge.

“Yes,” Chester moaned against my lips. “More. More, Finn.”

I growled and unleashed myself. I thrust against him sinuously, showing him exactly how I’d take him. The ways I was going to unravel him when I finally did get inside him.

One of Chester’s legs wrapped around my waist and I grunted, tapping the other to tell him to do the same. This new position had us pressed even closer. My abs were covered in a mix of precum and lube as we slid together.

“Finn.” Chester’s nails dug into my shoulders as I thrust against him faster. “So good. Fuck.”

We were like animals, rutting against each other as we both desperately chased our release. I’d teased Chester’s first two orgasms out of him. This one, I was demanding.

He threw his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and neck strained. I had a sudden flash of what it’d be like to be inside him. How responsive he would be.

I came without even realising what was happening.

The sound I made had the windows rattling in the frames as I filled the tight space between us with jet after jet of cum. It seemed to last forever, pouring out of me with no pause as I rode near continuous waves of pleasure.

Chester started to come before I was done, his release mixing with my own. The knowledge that I’d done that, that I’d given him three orgasms in one night had my own stretching out.

When it was finally over, I collapsed on Chester. “Fuck me, that was intense.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Chester wheezed, idly stroking my back. “Wow. Just wow.”

As much as I wanted to stay like this forever, I knew I had to be crushing Chester. Plus, the mess we’d made was becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

Forcing myself to roll away, I lay on the bed beside him and grinned. “Satisfied?”

Chester turned his head so I could see his eye-roll. “Yeah, like, an hour ago. Everything that’s happened since has taken me well past that.”

“Good,” I said softly, tapping his nose. “It’s what you deserve.”

The old uncertainty reappeared, but Chester didn’t argue with me. It was probably difficult for him to do so, considering all the evidence I’d given him to the contrary.

“Do you…” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “Do you want to stay?”

My heart swelled so fast I touched the skin over it to check it wasn’t about to burst from my chest. “Aye, m’eudail. I do.”

Chapter 18

Chester

Iwas floating on air as I went about my work for the day. There’d been no visit from Buddy, but I didn’t feel his absence as keenly as I might’ve done.

Not given the night I’d had.

After waking up to Finn bringing me a coffee in bed, he’d kissed me leisurely before bidding me goodbye. He hadn’t wanted to leave, but apparently he’d had an important meeting to get to.

I hadn’t even been sad to miss my morning show, not when I had the memories of how he looked up close. The texture of his skin beneath my fingers. The impressive strength contained in those muscles. I remembered it all twice in bed and once in the shower. I’d had six orgasms in less than twenty-four hours, but I wasn’t complaining.

No, it was frighteningly easy to want to get used to this. Matt had been nice at first too. Open. Giving. Funny.

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